Alien Executioner

Q moved slightly, but did not attack. Instead, he tore open the black clothes that were bursting on his body.

His body was completely covered in blood-red, snake-scale-like gelatin. His head was completely disproportionate to his bloated body, and his eyes were sticky with a layer of gray phagocytes, showing strange patterns.

"It's hard to find you."

Q simply said these four words and took a step forward. He suddenly thought of something, turned around, grabbed a speeding car, and smashed it at An Ran along with the driver inside.

An Ran and Gu Zhilan avoided the collision, but the car crashed into the flower bed and the debris scratched their cheeks.

He felt no pain and did not react. At the moment when Q tilted his head, he appeared in front of the giant, shuttled at the speed of wind, and cut off an arm.

An Ran's speed did not stop. The black and red sickle left only a few shadows, and the wind flow it generated kept cutting Q's body. Q began to change his defense, slightly surprised by the suppression brought by the man in front of him, and gradually caught up with the speed. The severed arm ignored the suppression of Mi Xun and returned to its original state.

Relying on his strong recovery ability, the half-dead Q used his arms to block An Ran's sickle, and quickly adapted to the speed of the expressionless man. He took advantage of the momentary gap to try to cross the sickle and attack his body, but was dodged.

Each of Q's attacks was accompanied by several tons of force, and the concrete floor was already scarred. This seemed to be a battle with no winner, but An Ran was able to cleverly dodge the fatal attacks every time, first bending down to avoid the swing from above, then lightly jumping to the side of the monster, and then leaning aside to avoid the sudden attack in the visual blind spot.

With every dodge, An Ran left scars on the monster's body. Those were hideous wounds, but they represented the monster's anger.

"Hehehe..."

Q panted heavily and hummed. He looked for patterns based on An Ran's evasion, and then deliberately made regular attacks to trick the opponent into following his own patterns and making corresponding evasive movements.

Hum again, making a sound to disrupt the other person's thoughts, so that he can't find time to think.

While An Ran was swinging the sickle towards Q's chest and then turned around, Q suddenly pulled back his fist that was about to swing, and then rushed towards his waist fiercely.

Under the terrible impact, An Ran flew several meters away.

Q, who should have been happy, looked solemn, staring at An Ran's body, only to see him stand up casually.

He patted his executive coat, looking somewhat disgusted.

Those eyes seemed to say that the clothes were dirty.

As a semi-dead Q, his body's recovery ability makes him almost impossible to be killed, and it also greatly improves the strength of his muscles. He can easily lift the arm of a car and swing a punch, which can kill a full-grown elephant in an instant and crush all its organs.

And with this punch, the man who was hailed as the devil in front of him only had his windbreaker stolen?

An Ran's eyes flashed red.

"I can't kill you in my current state." An Ran straightened his clothes and put away his sickle.

He raised his head and said in a cold tone:

"Likewise, you can't kill me."

Q was silent for a long time, and a dull voice came from under the mask:

"What a weird guy."

After he finished speaking, the entire highway was completely blocked and surrounded by countless FACA vehicles and helicopters.

The entire battle actually lasted less than two minutes, but it made Q feel endlessly tired.

He looked down at his wound, and then the scales on his body began to fall off and the phagocytes disappeared.

This time, Ban Shanghua only lasted two minutes, and the human FACA chief in front of him also lasted two minutes.

"Gluttony?"

He muttered, guessing the only answer VIII (three) Phosphorus Jiuling Qijiu Wu VIII-宭.

He then jumped on top of a FACA car and ran under the vehicle, escaping with countless elite executives chasing him.

An Ran turned around and glanced at Gu Zhilan who had been watching the show.

Chapter 241 A Feast for Crows (Part )

The Supreme Banquet Hall in Green Algae City, more than 500 kilometers away from the FACA headquarters.

This is a magnificent building located in the city center. The tall and pointed tower is brilliant and bright, with nine stone sculptures of crows foraging for food. The moonlight in the middle of the night splashes down, bathing the stone slabs in the outer circle.

There were all kinds of people wandering around the banquet hall. Beautiful girls in revealing clothes accompanied the guests, talking and laughing. Among them were well-dressed politicians, who hugged the charming women, boasted to each other, and had a good chat. Waiters in red clothes carried the luggage of all sizes for the guests and led the wealthy people into the hall with a smile.

The people entering and leaving the hall all have unusual identities, and they are all well-known figures in the Third District. The chief councillor of the local city council wore sunglasses and greeted a woman in a black suit. The woman smiled back in return. She is the female president of a famous software development company. A business luxury car braked suddenly and almost collided with another luxury car. A man wearing a gold necklace got out of the car cursing. He was the gold mining tycoon who was repeatedly reported on the headlines.

All these people of high status gathered in the banquet hall tonight just for the once-a-year "auction".

The Supreme Banquet Hall, formerly known as "Crow's Feast", is a very low-key theater with a history of nearly a hundred years.

Because it is too low-key and only serves some upper-class circles, few people know about this place. Every June 6th, the theater will be open and send invitations to everyone who is qualified. Those who receive the invitations are basically from famous nobles, wealthy politicians, and have another terrible identity.

They are all alien species.

This is a theater that serves the aliens who are in the upper class of human society. Although it is called a theater, it does not only host shows, but also includes a large casino, allowing guests to gamble a little and cheer themselves up before the formal event.

The formal part is the show, but the show here is very special, because the people who come here to play are the "upper-class aliens" standing at the top of the pyramid, and they have no shortage of means to cheer themselves up. On the surface, everyone performs their respective roles, but here, the madness in their hearts quickly jumps out, unscrupulously exposing the ugliest scene.

Aliens are also divided into noble and class categories, just like vampires in movies and TV shows. The aliens here are undoubtedly the most noble ones. The noble upper class needs to show the "elegance" of their identity, and the banquet hall can just meet this requirement.

The shows performed at the Grand Banquet Hall are sinful and bloody. Every night on this day, the Grand Banquet Hall will present the best actors to sing and perform on the stage, but the difference is that this is not a place to realize dreams.

The performers are chained and caged on the stage. They are not ferocious monsters, but humble humans. They are all selected young people with the freshest and most tender meat, spreading the wonderful smell of fear to stimulate the taste buds of the guests. Their performance is to cry, be as terrified as possible, and show their desperate side.

The guests will cheer and go crazy for it, and compete for it by bidding. The highest bidder will get what he wants and get the "slave" he likes. He can choose to eat it and have a big meal, or take it home and do whatever he wants with it.

Among any other alien forces or gathering places, none is as arrogant as the Grand Banquet. This is not only because it appears low-key on the surface, but also because FACA executives always smell clues but can never find the Grand Banquet.

The Grand Banquet Hall is different from other gray industries. It has nothing to do with the underworld, and its owner is very mysterious. Nearly half of the twelve seats in the Green Algae City Council are aliens, including the chief councilor, but they are not qualified to be the umbrella of the Grand Banquet Hall and cannot be ranked at all.

On this day, this place will be filled with immorality, blood, violation and filth. The noble upper-class aliens never care about this. They have been bound for too long and therefore are eager to enjoy the madness.

This is a Feast for Crows.

The Grand Banquet Hall not only includes a casino, but also has the nature of a "party". Here, money can be exchanged for everything. Not only can living people be sold, but rewards can also be offered. Some people with extreme fetishes will even buy young girls from other federal districts. In short, the law is of no use here.

On this day, all risks will be borne by the banquet hall, and no one knows what is hidden behind the banquet hall.

Dart Matthew walked through the back door of the banquet hall and entered the general manager's office surrounded by a group of waiters.

He closed the door, tidied his clothes decently, pushed open the carved wooden door and disappeared into the corridor.

Soon, he appeared at the outskirts of the hall, which was the casino. There was still half an hour before the "show" started. Before that, the guests didn't mind playing in the casino to kill some time.

The dice are jumping in the pot, and the one who opens the plate is obviously an old gambler. The beautiful dealers, who are dressed seriously and gorgeously, are shuffling the cards with a smile, and the clattering sound is intertwined with the roulette machine. They wear straight suits on the upper body and tight translucent black stockings on the lower body, and their thighs are wrapped in slender and seductive stockings.

The waitresses were all dressed in bright red off-shoulder ball gowns, each of them as pretty as the heroine of the ball, stepping lightly on stiletto heels, with most of their plump breasts exposed from their necklines. When facing the gazes of the guests, they would smile charmingly without hesitation, and if invited out for a drink, they would gladly accept.

The male waiters are different. They are dressed in red suits like aristocratic waiters. They wander around the casino, waiting for problems to occur so that they can provide help. They all have a black pistol hidden on their waists to deal with sudden raids by executive officers at any time.

Dart, the general manager, came to the corner, took the drink from a waiter and tasted it slowly.

His eyes swept across the exciting scene in front of him, but he was not in a good mood.

He quietly looked at his acquaintances. To him, most of the guests were actually acquaintances.

The chief councillor of the city council, who had attended the event twelve times in total, was wearing a white suit and sunglasses while talking to a woman. The woman next to him, who was wearing a blue and white swan dress, was a recently famous actress in the entertainment industry. She had an alien family supporting her and had been here five times. The man drinking alone not far away was her younger brother.

They were all wearing women's clothing, but they were actually a pair of brothers who dressed like girls. They had this habit, and their strength was between S and SS. They were new alien elites in recent years, and they came from the Wang family of Suzuran City. This was the second time they were invited.

The old gambler who flirted with the female dealer and has lost tens of millions is a notorious "brutal devil". He looks kind and a little out of touch, but he is actually an SS-level super alien. In order to get revenge, he slaughtered the family of the Hall Executive "Black Goat", causing the Hall Executive to fall into depression and have to retreat to the third line and be stationed in the Abyss Prison.

Dart's eyes swept across the faces of dozens of acquaintances, and he already knew their background clearly.

He casually observed the remaining dozens of young upstarts who were invited for the first time. Some of them wore masks and sat quietly, all keeping a low profile, waiting for the "performance" to begin.

Chapter 242 A Feast for Crows (Part )

Although Dart is the general manager of the theater and deals with the upper-class aliens nearby, he is actually just a hands-off boss.

He only knew a little about the mysterious background of the theater and tried to dig deeper, but when he took action, he had the illusion that he was being stared at by a monster.

Dart inherited the position of theater manager from his father. None of his family were from the Third District. They had lived in the Fourth District on another continent for generations. The family should have continued to develop until problems arose in his grandfather's generation.

Eighty years ago, my grandfather in District 4 was still called Lord Matthew. Even in today's democratic republican federal era, the remaining title can still be inherited.

By the time of Lord Matthew's generation, the family had already declined, leaving only a working mine and a bank that was on the verge of being seized and closed at any time. However, the family ultimately failed to survive the financial storm and credit crisis. In response, Lord Matthew, as an alien, had to start exploring other "businesses".

As an alien, Lord Matthew was very happy to use his own advantages. He led his family to form a gang and began to suppress other aliens and fight for territory. He gradually abandoned the "elegance" of the nobility and accumulated wealth and expanded his family's power at a terrifying speed.

Initially, the Matthew family only collected protection fees from other alien forces. After accumulating a certain amount of money and having a certain foundation, they began to bribe the city council, spending money to buy off relationships, and became a well-known local mafia family.

At that time, Lord Matthew was a little inflated, and his devil's hand gradually reached out to humans. First, he kidnapped homeless people and forced them to dig in mines, then some rich children, and even forced girls to engage in improper industries, leaving his own dirty traces in the whole city.

After three years of wreaking havoc, the evidence was revealed as the city council was being bribed.

The Administrative Palace of the Fourth District exerted pressure on the First Council, and the local city council was quickly rebuilt. The Matthew family, which had lost its protection, was investigated thoroughly, and groups of executive officers came to attack and encircle them. Thus, a war between thousands of alien species and humans began.

Everything happened so fast that Lord Matthew could not find any countermeasures. The war ended quickly as well. In just half a night, the Matthew family and the hereditary manor were destroyed by dozens of missiles.

Lord Matthew did not die, but survived by relying on his strong vitality. He himself was an S-level advanced alien. When he was on the verge of death, he crawled into the underground clan tomb with his last breath.

After that, there was no more news about Lord Matthew, and his son, who was born not long ago, was protected by his family members and hid in a corner of the city.

Everyone thought Lord Matthew was dead because the family crypt collapsed that night.

Things should have ended here.

Fifty years ago, Lord Matthew's son, Dart's father, went hunting and returned home to take a bath when he suddenly received a letter from his father.

Half believing and half doubting, he came to the city in the third district according to the address in the letter, met Lord Matthew for the last time, and inherited the management rights of the theater after Lord Matthew's death.

According to his father's recollection, Lord Matthew claimed that he met a "great being" in the family tomb, but no one knew what the so-called great being was. Lord Matthew did not tell anyone, including his son, so no one knew.

With the help of the "Great Being", Lord Matthew came back from near death and followed Him to the Third District. After traveling through hundreds of cities, he finally settled in Green Algae City.

The predecessor of the theater, "A Feast for Crows", was named after the "great being" who claimed that the theater's performances were the most appropriate care in the world, and that every audience watching the performance was actually an ugly crow.

When my grandfather died, he took away many secrets. He did not recount his own experiences in detail. He did not even describe what kind of species the so-called "great existence" was. He only called it "the incarnation of Ksira" and a great god.

The incarnation of Ksira? When Dutt heard this strange thing from his father's memories, he just thought it was a little ridiculous.

Grandpa met the Great Old One that only existed in the Cthulhu Mythos? How could such a monster from a mythical novel be real?

Dart didn't believe it at all. He just thought that his grandfather was fooling around and covering up the truth with exaggerated and bizarre experiences. There must be some untold story, and it must be quite exciting.

My father inherited the theater according to his will, but unexpectedly, the theater seemed to come with many followers. These followers served my father as their master and seemed to be born as a part of the theater.

Their bodies were filled with the smell of decay, like dead and rotten branches. They were divided into male and female, but had no feelings. When they looked into each other's eyes, their souls were empty and screaming.

After his father's death, the theater was naturally inherited by Dart, and the first thing he did was to change the name of the theater. In order to be more down-to-earth and to better deal with the local city council, he named it the Supreme Banquet Hall.

Dart has been here for more than forty years, and has been investigating for more than forty years, but there is no record of the theater's origins, and he cannot find any clues. The followers from the theater have never changed, they are always young, do not need entertainment, and wear human-shaped bodies, as if they are puppets being controlled.

He knew very well that he was just an agent, as were his father and grandfather, and that the theater had a real owner.

Over the years, Dart gradually became doubtful. He began to doubt whether the gods really existed and whether the deaths recorded in history really happened.

The incarnation of Ksira... If there really is a Shang, is he just a disguise of Shang, or is it just that grandpa made a mistake?

Because my father once asked my grandfather if the great being told the name.

The answer is no.

After drinking two glasses of wine, Dart looked down at his watch and saw that there were only ten minutes left before the performance.

"Today's good show is coming..." Phosphorus

He muttered as he stood up and then stumbled towards the office.

For some reason, he felt a little cold, and an inexplicable sense of being watched came from all directions.

He returned to the sofa, tilted his head back and closed his eyes. After half a minute, he opened his eyes and picked up an open book on the table.

The book is very old, it seems to be from the last century, the cover is dark gold, and the pages are yellowed.

He looked at every word of a paragraph, trying to understand.

[Like most octopuses, his eyes can be extended and retracted more than two feet in any direction on his head, very similar to the dark lady Ksira in mythology, but the difference is that he does not have three sets of eye stalks, but eight sets...]⒏

[The countless gray tentacles can change the depth of color and even blend perfectly with the ocean. The back of each tentacle has a terrifying hook, which is curved and sharp... "He" always appears in other forms and likes to live in human bodies, especially men...]

[He always gives appropriate help to humans, responds to humble requests in dreams, and lets out shrill cries...]

[In many rumors, He has a younger blood relative whose personality is completely opposite to His and who is extremely cruel, but this cannot be confirmed, so it is just a rumor...]

[A psychiatrist once treated a patient named Marqui Tang, who claimed to have met the great being in his dream and responded to the request for truth...]

[In the dream, He said that name...]

【——Xu Yamel. 】

Chapter 243 A Feast for Crows (Part )

His gaze gradually faded from the black book, leaving only the vague memories and the past before his eyes, which made him feel cold.

Dart was so immersed in his investigation of the theater over the years that he didn't notice someone pushing open the door.